ceci n'est pas une cuisine

An' I had but one penny in the world, thou shouldst have it to buy gingerbread.
~ Wednesday, March 27 ~

A paschal moon

I am walked home last night down avenue Winston Churchill
in the dusk of eleven hundred and eighty Brussels,
in the dusk of Belgium, in the dusk of Europe
on an Earth that spins so quickly I can’t feel it
trying to think of something new to say about this moon.


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